The next morning, I woke up to the feel of warm lips wrapped around my cock. I laid there, staring up at the ceiling, as the face of the person who was currently giving me a blow job was hidden beneath the covers.
“Oh, God,” I murmured, as the mouth took me deep. Suddenly, she lifted her arms and tossed the covers back.
“Oh, good,” Ash said with a smile. “You’re awake.” Then she dipped her head and took me into her mouth again. She straddled my shins, her naked ass in the air as she pumped me in and out of the hot cavern of her mouth.
“I’m awake,” I grunted. I was wide awake. And hard. Painfully hard.
“Good, because I’ve been down here for about two minutes,” she said, and then she bent back to her task, taking me deep and then rising. She popped me out of her mouth, holding my dick away from my stomach. “I thought you’d never wake up.” She ran her tongue around the crown of my dick, and then she looked me in the eye. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
“No,” I managed to say. I laid my hand on the top of her head and pushed her back down. She sighed a silky sigh and took me inside again. “Definitely don’t stop.”
I pressed my head back against the pillow and covered my eyes with my forearm. Ash rose and fell, taking me deep, then shallow, then deep. As she dipped to go deep again, I palmed the back of her head and gave her a little push. “Take a little more,” I whispered.
She laughed around my cock, her lips vibrating with laughter, but she took me deeper. So deep that she started to gag. She lifted, caught her breath, and began to work the head of my dick with her hand, squeezing and sweeping, squeezing and sweeping. “Tell me what you like,” she said.
“I like you,” I told her.
She jerked and her eyes met mine. “Aww,” she purred. “I like you too.” She swirled my dick around in her mouth to get it wet again, and continued her sweeping and squeezing. “Has anyone ever told you that you have a very fine cock?” she asked, watching the purple head of my dick closely.
“Never,” I swore.
“Someone should have, because this is the finest cock I’ve ever seen. It’s big enough to make me sore, and long enough to hit that spot inside me that makes me go crazy. It’s. Fucking. Perfect.” She took me into her mouth again, and swept me under her tongue, getting me wet. “Do you want to come like this?” she asked.
Ask any other guy and the answer would be “Fuck yeah!” But all I could think about was Ash and how her naked ass was pointed toward the ceiling. So I said, “No. Don’t stop yet, though.” I bit my lower lip and stared down at her. When she wasn’t wearing heavy, dark makeup, she had lashes and hair the color of honey, and her eyes were a deep, dark blue in the early morning light. I pushed her hair back from her face. “You’re so pretty like this.”
She rolled her eyes. “You mean I look like her.”
I would probably go to hell for even thinking this but I said truthfully, “I wasn’t even thinking about her.”
She scoffed. “She’s all you ever think about.”
I cuffed her chin gently with my cupped fingers. “Not now. It’s just me and you right now.”
She smiled. “I slept in your bed last night.”
I grinned too. “All night long.”
“That was a first.” She licked my dick because it was getting dry.
“It was.”
“Are you lonely?” She looked up at me, her eyes full of needy, wanty desire.
“How could I be lonely with you here?” I threaded my fingers through her hair. “But you have to stop that or I’m going to come.” I was already biting back my sounds of pleasure. I was holding back the feelings that made me want her to take it, to bring me to completion.
“Oh, go ahead,” she said with an airy smile. “I won’t mind.”
“I’ll mind,” I said as I pulled her hand off my cock and hitched her up by her armpits so she could lie on my chest. She crossed her hands, rested her chin upon them, and stared at my face. “What are you thinking?” I asked.
Her normally direct gaze darted away.
“Tell me.”
“I’m thinking how wrong this is. How we shouldn’t be together like this. How we never should have started this thing we have going on. Lynn is my best friend. I couldn’t live without her.” She groaned and buried her face in her hands.
“Are you really worried?” I asked, palming the back of her head. I brushed my hand down her hair.
“Yes. I worry a lot. This kind of deception doesn’t come without a price. And my price might be bigger than yours.”